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No one disturbs this ruthless killer and lives to tell the tale #BDSM #DarkErotica @mamad8

April 20, 2016

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I can't tell you how excited I am about this book. We love books with dangerous men as heroes over here and I'm so looking forward to reading this one.Kay

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Thanks so
much for having me on your blog today with my newest release His Prize.
I fell hopelessly in love with all of The Cleaners when I was writing Ren and
Susie’s story, and I hope readers will too. His Prize was, in fact, my first
attempt at writing dark romance and I enjoyed it so much that the series was
born. All of The Cleaners will find and claim their ladies in future books, so
look out for them. J

Now without further ado, I give you Ren and Susie. Enjoy!

Blurb:

It’s the choice of her life—submit or die.

When Susie Elliot stumbles into the middle of a clean-up,
undertaken by none other than Ellis Reynolds, she expects her life to be over.
No one disturbs this ruthlessly efficient killer and lives to tell the tale.

The man they call Ren has no time for tender feelings, but
there is something about the curvaceous redhead that calls to him. Rather than
killing her he claims her as his prize. One night should be more than enough
time to get her out of his system. However, Susie’s submission means Ren has to
confront emotions, completely alien to him. Killing is easy. This relationship
thing is fraught with problems.

When his criminal activities catch up with him, loyalties
are tested to the max, and Susie has another choice to make—walk away, or stay
and accept the darkness within.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, impact
play

Excerpt:

“Problem,
Sir?” she asked and did her best to glare at him. “You mean apart from being
kept a prisoner by you?”

Her frown deepened when Ren swung his head back and laughed.

“Yes,
apart from that small detail. And watch the sass. You’re not in a position to
exhibit any. I still owe you a punishment as it stands. I’m referring to the loan sharks, for
starters.”

He paused to assess her reaction, and when she simply stared
at him, seemingly lost for words, he smirked.

“They
won’t bother you again, as I’ve pointed out the error of their ways of
collecting on our territory. Once they realized you were a Huntly girl, they
couldn’t have been more cooperative. Shame, really, I’d have enjoyed killing
them…”

A strangled groan escaped her at his words, and he drank in
her sudden fear.

“Which
leaves your punishment.”

Her eyes widened when he walked over to the rack where he
kept his assortment of impact play toys. Running his fingers slowly along them
he kept an eye on her expression. The whip made her tense, whereas the flogger
made her breathing speed up in seeming anticipation. The cane elicited a
similar reaction to the whip, whereas the paddles didn’t seem to faze her at
all. In the end he settled for one of his personal favorites. He knew he made
the right decision when she didn’t seem capable of tearing her eyes away from
the riding crop. She jumped when he slapped it into his open hand, and shivers
raced over her skin as he traced the end around her nipples. The little pink
nubs firmed under the gentle pressure he used, and Susie gasped when he slapped
the underside of each breasts with the end of the crop. Not hard enough to
truly hurt her, just enough to leave a very satisfactory red mark behind. Her
sweet musk increased, and a quick glance between her open legs confirmed what
Ren already knew. She was getting off on this.

Her ex had been most informative in the end. Then again,
being strung up by one’s balls tended to make a man sing like a fucking canary.
Ren knew all he needed to about this delightful young woman. A natural
submissive, she’d thrived under the experienced Doms in the club, Ren, too,
occasionally attended. She had been less responsive to Brian’s brand of sadism.
Then again that wanker wouldn’t know what to do with true submission if it hit
him in the ass and bit him. He’d only been interested in getting Suzie trained
up, so that he could sell her on. When the redhead had realized his plans,
she’d run. Straight to Huntly and ultimately Ren, which meant her delectable
curves were now his for the taking.

He ran the tip of the crop lower, over the quivering flesh
of her rounded belly, until he hit the juncture of her thighs. A groan escaped
his girl when he teased the crop up and down either side of her slit, and her
puffy lips swelled further as more blood rushed to the area. Her clit stood
even more erect, and Suzie’s whole body stiffened when he ran lazy circles
around that bundle of nerves. The chains clanked, her toes curled under, and
her breaths came in short, staccato bursts. More of her sweet musk escaped her
clenching hole and dribbled down into the cleft of her ass, as her body climbed
toward release.

“I
haven’t given you permission to come, pumpkin, remember that.”

Another one of those cock hardening groans was her response,
and chuckling Ren increased the pressure he used, while Suzie bit her lips so
hard she drew blood in her seeming effort to control her body. The fact that
she did wasn’t lost on him. The girl’s submissive streak ran deep, and she had
been well trained indeed to respond to his command so instinctively.

“Good
girl, how close are you right now?”

Ren withdrew the crop after one long last swipe through her
sodden slit, which left the leather soaked in her juices. Such a fucking turn-on.

When she didn’t answer him, he brought the crop down hard on
her quivering clit.

Susie screamed and bucked against her restraints, and the
fire in her passion glazed eyes when she glared at him made his balls ache
anew. There she was, his little hell cat.

“I
asked you a question, and I expect an answer, girl, otherwise, I shall leave
you strapped up liked this all night, and in a chastity belt to boot, with both
your holes plugged and no chance of any relief soon.”

Ren smirked at the way she frantically shook her head.

“Sir,
please. I … don’t I get a safeword?”

Tears streamed down Susie’s face, and Ren shook his head in
wry amusement.

“How
cute that you think this is an option here. Let’s get one thing straight, girl.
You’re mine, and I’m going to do to you what I damn well please, and there isn’t
a thing you can do to stop me.”

Susie sniffed and gave a reluctant nod.

“Fine,
but I hate you.”

The words were brave, but there was no conviction behind
them, and when Ren resumed the slow torture of her clit with the end of the
crop, Suzie’s feminine mewls of need told him an entirely different story.

“So
you say, but your body wants me anyway. Here, taste how wet you are for the man
you profess to hate.”

Ren slowly brought the crop up her curves, leaving a wet
trail of her arousal behind on her flawless skin, and it was a matter of
moments to shove the crop past her lips.

A gasp was his reward, and Ren smiled.

“Lick
it clean, and then tell me again how much you hate what I’m doing to you.”

Doris is a writer of
sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines
who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time
Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are
guaranteed.

Happily married for
the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine
in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.